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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Lalann,
Inner City,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Supertramp,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.