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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.