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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
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 Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Echospace,
AZ,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.