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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Standells,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.