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 Luxembourg and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.