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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Public Enemy to the disco 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.