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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.