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 Moldova and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Carl Craig,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.