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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Liliput,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.