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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
the Slits,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.