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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Accadde A to the dance 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.