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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.