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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Can,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.