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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.