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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Visage,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.