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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash 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 Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.