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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
Gong,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.