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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ronan,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
The New Christs,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.