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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Nas,
The Saints,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.