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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
ABC,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.