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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Rakim,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
World's Most,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Alphaville,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.