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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Alice Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.