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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
cv313,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Q65,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.