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 Korea North 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.