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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
X-102,
The Slits,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Gong,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.