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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.