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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Names,
MC5,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.