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 Mongolia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Gang Starr to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.