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 Guyana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.