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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.