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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Main Source,
Yusef Lateef,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.