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 Israel 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Parry Music,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Roxette,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.