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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.