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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.