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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis 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?
Max Romeo,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Y Pants,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.