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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Unwound,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.