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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fugs to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.