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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Human League to the funk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.