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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Magma,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.