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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Peter & Gordon,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.