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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.