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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.