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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Ten City,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.