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 Sierra Leone and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Slits,
The Residents,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.