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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
New Order,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.