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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
UT,
X-102,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.