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 Laos and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Charles Mingus,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
UT,
Smog,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.