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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
MC5,
Pole,
Darondo,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Technova,
Television,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.