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 Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.