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 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.