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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
MC5,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.