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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.