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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ponytail to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.