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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Negative Approach to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
the Germs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.