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 Oman 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.