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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Al Stewart,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.