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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Magma,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.