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 Czech Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the rap 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Charles Mingus,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.