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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
MDC,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.