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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
The Dirtbombs,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
DNA,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.