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 Monaco and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bronski Beat,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.