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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.