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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.