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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.