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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.