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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Drexciya to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.