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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.