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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the grunge 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.