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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.