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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.