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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Count Five to the rock 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Hashim,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.