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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Unwound,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.