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 Senegal and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 DNA 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
AZ,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.