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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.