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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Niagra,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.