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 Tanzania 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.