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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sonics to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.