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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slackers,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.