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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.