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 Bahrain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the punk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.