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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Cameo,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
June Days,
Organ,
This Heat,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.