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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Can to the jazz 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.