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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.