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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
MC5,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.