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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.