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 India and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Organ,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Brick,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.