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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.