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 Austria and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Moebius,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.