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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.