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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.