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 Croatia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.