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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.