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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.