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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Index,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.