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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Last Poets to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.