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 Cameroon 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Tommy Roe,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Quantec,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.