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 Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Skarface,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.