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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.