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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Ten City to the grunge 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.