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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.