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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.