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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
June Days,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mars,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.