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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Blancmange,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.