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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Divine Comedy 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Loose Ends,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.