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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Crooked Eye,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.