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 Albania and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.