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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Hoover,
PIL,
The Victims,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.