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 Nepal 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '60s 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 Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.