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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.