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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Dead Boys,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Technova,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.