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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 LL Cool J to the grime 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
Nas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Nico,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
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.