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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.