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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rekid,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.