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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Smog 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Television,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.