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 Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.