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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.