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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.