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 Belize and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.