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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
China Crisis,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.