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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Fear,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.