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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.