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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Ornette Coleman to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Max Romeo,
Rites of Spring,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.