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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.