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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.