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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.