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 Lesotho and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
cv313,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.