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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Japan,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Organ,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.