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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.