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 Kuwait and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.