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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Make Up,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.