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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Flipper,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.