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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Jandek,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.