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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Gun Club to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.