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 Taiwan 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Faraquet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Quantec,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.