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 Africa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moebius 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Davy DMX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.