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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
10cc,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.