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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.