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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
a-ha,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.