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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 MDC to the rock 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Television,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
MDC,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Nas,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.