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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Bobby Sherman,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.