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 Tonga and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Swans,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.