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 Israel and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.