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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.