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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Wings,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.