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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.