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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.