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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Pierre Henry,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.