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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Gong,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.