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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.