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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.