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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Lalann,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.