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 Norway and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Seeds to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Tres Demented,
Average White Band,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.