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 Vanuatu and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.