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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.