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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Quantec,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.