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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.