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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.