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 Comoros and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.