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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.