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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Panda Bear 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.