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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 Stockholm and Milan.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
ABBA,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.