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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Jandek,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lindisfarne,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.