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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.