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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.