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 Namibia and from Bremen.
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 Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fear,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Ituana,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.