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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the jazz 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.