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 Uganda and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.