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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.