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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.