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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
The Move,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.