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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Organ,
Oneida,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.