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 France and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.