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 Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.