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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
Sandy B,
Gong,
cv313,
Sight & Sound,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.