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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.