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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.