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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang On A Can to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Audionom,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.