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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.