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 Brunei and from Lyon.
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 Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Excepter,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Charles Mingus,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Swans,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
MC5,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.