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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.