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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.