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 Switzerland and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.