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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.