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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
Technova,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Au Pairs,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.