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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Severed Heads,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.