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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Magma 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.