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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.