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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Velvet Underground,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.