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 Albania and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.