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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
The Doors,
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.