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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Qualms,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.