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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.