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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Tubeway Army,
The Dead C,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.