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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the techno 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.