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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
UT,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.