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 Antigua and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.