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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
The Busters,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.