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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Can,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Oneida,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.