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 Belize and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.