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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxette,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
June Days,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.