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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Rekid,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Brass Construction,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.