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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.