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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Wire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.