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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Wings,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.