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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
JFA,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.