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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.