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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.