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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
UT,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.