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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Index,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.