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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.