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 Brunei 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.