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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
The Victims,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.