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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Monks to the rap 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Pole,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.