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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the rap 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.