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 Armenia and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Second Layer,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Wire,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
Visage,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.