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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Young Rascals to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.