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 India and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Babytalk,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.