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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.