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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.