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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the grime 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.