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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fugazi to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.