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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.