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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
Wire,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Brick,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.