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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.