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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters 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?
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MDC,
The Monks,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.