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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
UT,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Motorama,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.