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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Wire,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.