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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.