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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
One Last Wish,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.