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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
10cc,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.