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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Minnie Riperton,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
cv313,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.