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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the disco 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms 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?
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.