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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
The Standells,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.