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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.