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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.