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 India and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.