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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
The Doors,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.