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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
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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.