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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.