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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yellowson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.