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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.