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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.