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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Japan,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.