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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
10cc,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.