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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 New Order to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cure,
cv313,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.