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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.