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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Stetsasonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.