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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Age Steppers,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.