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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Slave to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Gong,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sound,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
June Days,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.