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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.