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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.