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 Bologna.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.