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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
Skarface,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Nico,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.