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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.