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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
The Move,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.