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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.