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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.