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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Roxette,
Scion,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.