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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Suicide,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Wings,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.