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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.