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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
UT,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Slave,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.