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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.