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 Austria and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
UT,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Inner City,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.