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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.