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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Adolescents,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.