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 Kiribati and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
DNA,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.