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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.