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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Cowsills to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.