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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.