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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.