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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.