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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soulsonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.