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 Tunisia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Magma,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.