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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 London and Winnipeg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.