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 Vanuatu and from Delhi.
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 Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Don Cherry 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Icehouse,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Wire,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.