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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
The Monks,
the Association,
Mars,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.