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 Guyana and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.