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 Thailand 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.