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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Can,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.