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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Isaac Hayes,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.