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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.