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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Index,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.