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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
The Index,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.