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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 808 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.