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 Iceland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul 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?
Echospace,
The Standells,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.