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 Togo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
This Heat,
La Düsseldorf,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.