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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the disco 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
X-102,
Wings,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.