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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
The Names,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.