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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Saints to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.