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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
The Slits,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.