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 Latvia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nas,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.