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 France and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Radio Birdman 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Brick,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.