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 Germany and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.