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 Greece and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.