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 Zimbabwe 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Nas,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Doors,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.