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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Unwound to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
EPMD,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.