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 Jordan and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.