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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
The Searchers,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.