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 Suriname and from London.
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 Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Liliput,
Rekid,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.