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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.