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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 kango's stein massive to the grunge 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Nico,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.