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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Ludus to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.