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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
Qualms,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.