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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mad Mike,
T. Rex,
Magma,
UT,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.