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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.