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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Skarface,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.