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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Ronan,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.