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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Smog,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.