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 Montenegro and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fall 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
The Index,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Lebanon Hanover,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.