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 Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Monolake 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.