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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Scientists to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
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.