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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.