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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.