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 Belize and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Organ,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Man Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Moebius,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.