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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.