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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the punk 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.