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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deepchord to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.