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 South Sudan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the techno 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.