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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
The Gories,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.