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 Iceland and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.