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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.