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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.