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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Alphaville to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.