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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
John Cale,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Deakin,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.