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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.