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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Black Dice to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Pagans,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Nico,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
D'Angelo,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.