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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Television,
10cc,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.