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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Brick,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.