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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.