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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Erasure to the rock 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Suicide,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.