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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
cv313,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.