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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.