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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 the Human League to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.