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 Djibouti and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
the Association,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.