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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.