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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Mumbai and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 ABC to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.