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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
a-ha,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Pagans,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Wings,
June Days,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.