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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.