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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kas Product 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Marmalade,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
UT,
Pylon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.