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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
the Swans,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.