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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 48th St. Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.