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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 June Days to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Pole,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.