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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Cramps,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.