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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
the Normal,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.