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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 The Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
New Age Steppers,
the Germs,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Television,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.