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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
Altered Images,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Near,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.