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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Motorama,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.