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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.