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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.