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 Dominican Republic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.