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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Nas,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Mr. Review,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.