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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.