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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ten City,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.