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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 48th St. Collective to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Can,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.