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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Darondo,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Minutemen,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.