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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Roxette,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.