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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
The Cure,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Brass Construction,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Sneak,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.