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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
B.T. Express,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.