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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.