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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.