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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Suicide,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.