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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Fraelich,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.