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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
Magazine,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.