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 Kiribati 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.