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 Mongolia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Franke to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
The Litter,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.