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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Gong,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.