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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Pagans,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.