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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Residents,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.