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 Netherlands and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Names to the grime 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
X-102,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
Q65,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.