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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.