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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Fela Kuti 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.