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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Khruangbin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Joy Division,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.