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 San Marino and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Massinfluence to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.