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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Busters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.