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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Swans,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
The Monks,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.