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 Micronesia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.