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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
John Holt,
Mantronix,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.