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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Misunderstood 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Outsiders,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.