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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Wire,
The Names,
Cameo,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.