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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.