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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Television,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Smog,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.