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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Matthew Bourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
the Swans,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.