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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.