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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Human League to the techno 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
The Human League,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.