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 Haiti and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Boredoms to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
The Index,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.