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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.