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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.