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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.