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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.