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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Eddi Front,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.