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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
DNA,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Josef K,
cv313,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.