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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Smog,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.