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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.