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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.