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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.