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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Index,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.