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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.