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 Korea North and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Gong,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.