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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.