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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
The Move,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.