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 Mauritania and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.