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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound,
Hashim,
Joe Smooth,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.