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 Antigua and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Jeff Lynne,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.