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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.