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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.