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 South Africa and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Monolake,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.