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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.