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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Modern Lovers to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nik Kershaw,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.