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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.