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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Yellowson,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.