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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Hood,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
New Order,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.