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 Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rod Modell to the disco 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.