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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.