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 Rwanda 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.