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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Jacques Brel to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.