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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the funk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Womack,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.