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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Ituana,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.