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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.