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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.