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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
New Order,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Can,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Das Ding,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
The Victims,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.