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 Marshall Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 MDC to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.