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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.