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 Barbados 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
Unwound,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
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.