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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Bush Tetras to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.