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 Botswana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.