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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the disco 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.