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 Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
the Association,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Unwound,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.