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 Niger 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Cale to the techno 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.