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 Ethiopia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeff Mills to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.