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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Ohio Players,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
cv313,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.