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 East Timor and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Wire,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.