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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minor Threat,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.