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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Television,
cv313,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.