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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Scan 7,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.