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 Cuba and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.