Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.