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 Botswana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.