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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Nas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.