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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.