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 Thailand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.