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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.