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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.