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 Ukraine and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Normal to the punk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.