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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.