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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saints to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter & Gordon,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.