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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.