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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.