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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.