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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
The J.B.'s,
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David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.