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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Wings,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.