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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maurizio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Fear,
The Offenders,
ABC,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
cv313,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.