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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
10cc,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.