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 Solomon Islands and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Victims to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quantec,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Japan,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Magma,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.