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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.