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 Russia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Technova,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Pole,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Zapp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.