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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.