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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.