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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.