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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
Ten City,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.