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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 MC5 to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
X-101,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
EPMD,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.