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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.