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 Czech Republic 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.