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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
PIL,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.