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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.