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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Can,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.