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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.