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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Move,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.