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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Faust,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.