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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.