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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.