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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Black Dice,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
the Association,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.