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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.