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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
X-102,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.