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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Pantytec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.