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 Russia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Gong,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.