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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lungfish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.