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 Indonesia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.