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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cluster to the grime 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.