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 Bolivia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Darondo,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.