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 Antigua and from Beijing.
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 Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Reagan Youth to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
10cc,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul II Soul,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.