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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Technova,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.