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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the rap 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brick,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.