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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.