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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Lindisfarne,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Intrusion,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
Gong,
Nico,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.