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 Australia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.