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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.