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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 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 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 The Young Rascals to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Slave,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.