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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.