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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Arab on Radar,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Brick,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.