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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Desert Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.