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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
UT,
PIL,
The Seeds,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.