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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.