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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Faust,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.