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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Godley & Creme,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.