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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.