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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.