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 Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Scion,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.