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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maleditus Sound,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Television,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Kayak,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.