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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.