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 Somalia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
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 snare 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
June Days,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.