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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Make Up to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.