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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.