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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Manila and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bar-Kays to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.