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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.