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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Dead C 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Pole,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.