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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Ossler,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.