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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.