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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Circle Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.