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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the crunk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Can,
The Names,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yellowson,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.