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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
The Litter,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.