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 Samoa and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Can,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.