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 Syria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.